1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone

5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness

12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum

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