1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone

5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave

9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14the best of all things to an end must come