1From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave
9The genealogist with field and fess
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb
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