1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone
5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress
12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14soliloquies predict great things old chum
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