When one with t'other straightaway agrees
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb