1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9The genealogist with field and fess
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum

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