The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
Socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
Bard I adore your endless monologue
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum