The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
Soliloquies predict great things old chum