1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4that suede ferments is not at all well known
5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave
9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress
12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?
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