He bent right down to pick up his valise
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
When flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb