1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb
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