When one with t'other straightaway agrees
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
He bent right down and well what did he seize
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum