1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4that suede ferments is not at all well known

5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave

9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum

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