Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
In indian summers Englishmen drink grog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
Bard I adore your endless monologue
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum