1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave
9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?
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