He bent right down to pick up his valise
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
The understanding critic firstly sees
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
And yet 'twas he the beggar Fate just flings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum