1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone

5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave

9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?

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