The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
He bent right down and well what did he seize
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
In indian summers Englishmen drink grog
Socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum