When one with t'other straightaway agrees
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
It's one of many horrid happenings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
Proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?