1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum
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