1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4normal one aims to be and share the throne

5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave

9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess

12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14the best of all things to an end must come

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