1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone

5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave

9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess

12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb