1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone

5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave

9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum

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