1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone
5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave
9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14soliloquies predict great things old chum
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