When one with t'other straightaway agrees The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone The showman gargles fire and sword with ease The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone It's one of many horrid happenings That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave He's gone to London how the echo rings Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess With quill white-collared through his life will jog While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes But I can understand you Brother Gog Poor reader smile before your lips go numb In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum? Different Poem