1From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4that suede ferments is not at all well known
5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive
9The genealogist with field and fess
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress
12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?
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