When one with t'other straightaway agrees
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
And yet 'twas he the beggar Fate just flings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
Soliloquies predict great things old chum