1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown

5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave

9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress

12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum

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