He bent right down to pick up his valise
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
When flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum