1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
5Old Galileo’s Pisan offerings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum
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