Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
The understanding critic firstly sees
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum