Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
The understanding critic firstly sees
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
It's one of many horrid happenings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
When dried the terrapin can naught express
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
Bard I adore your endless monologue
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
The best of all things to an end must come