When one with t'other straightaway agrees
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
His toga rumpled high above his knees
That suede ferments is not at all well known
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum