Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
His toga rumpled high above his knees
That suede ferments is not at all well known
It's one of many horrid happenings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
Socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum