1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown
5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave
9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum
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