He bent right down to pick up his valise
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
It's one of many horrid happenings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
With gravity at gravity's great cog
Socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
The best of all things to an end must come