Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
Socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum