1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone
5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress
12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb
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