1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone
5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave
9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum
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