1From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4normal one aims to be and share the throne
5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum
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