He bent right down to pick up his valise
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
Soliloquies predict great things old chum