When one with t'other straightaway agrees
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
The Turks said just take anything you please
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
They both are right not untamed mutterings
When flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
In indian summers Englishmen drink grog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum