1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress
12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum
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