When one with t'other straightaway agrees
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb