Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
With gravity at gravity's great cog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
And let you off from your opinions glum
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum