1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4normal one aims to be and share the throne

5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave

9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11watching manure and compost coalesce

12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum