1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave
9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum
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