1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown

5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum

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