Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
Replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum