1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone

5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave

9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum

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