1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum
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