1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown
5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress
12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?
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