Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
It's one of many horrid happenings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
As sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum