1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave

9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess

12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum

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