When one with t'other straightaway agrees
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
The understanding critic firstly sees
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
Bard I adore your endless monologue
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum