The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
Replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
And yet 'twas he the beggar Fate just flings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum