1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone

5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9The genealogist with field and fess
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum

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