He bent right down to pick up his valise
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
Bard I adore your endless monologue
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?