1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown

5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave

9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum

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