1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress
12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum
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