1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone

5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum

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