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
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
Soliloquies predict great things old chum