Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum