1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone

5Old Galileo’s Pisan offerings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave

9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess

12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum

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