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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
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown

5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9The genealogist with field and fess
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum

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