When one with t'other straightaway agrees
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
They both are right not untamed mutterings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
As sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
Soliloquies predict great things old chum