He bent right down to pick up his valise
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
Replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum