1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone

5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess

12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum

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