When one with t'other straightaway agrees
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
That suede ferments is not at all well known
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
In indian summers Englishmen drink grog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?