1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown

5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness

12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum

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