1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone

5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum

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