1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown

5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave

9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness

12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb

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