1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown
5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess
12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum
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