1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone

5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14the best of all things to an end must come