Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
Soliloquies predict great things old chum