1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4that suede ferments is not at all well known

5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave

9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess

12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum