When one with t'other straightaway agrees
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
The best of all things to an end must come