1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone
5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave
9The genealogist with field and fess
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11watching manure and compost coalesce
12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum
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