The liquid brown detestable earth
Has the old cage stink, smacks of dearth.
It has the prison smell of rats.
It preserves the odour of lewd cats.

There was once a Mendip chantecleer
That crowed on a big brown bellied bier.
I thought from his epileptic song
That he had discovered some congenial wrong.

Oh the buxom water rat.
Oh the maiden and the fat cat.
Oh the fat uncorsetted girl
Defending her forgotten pearl.

An eternity of this,
Will lead us to no epiphanies.
Let us make up our packet now:
And tie it with a shop jumper's bow.