1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown

5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum