1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave

9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess

12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum

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