1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone

5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave

9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11watching manure and compost coalesce

12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum

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