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
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone

5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14the best of all things to an end must come

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