1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown

5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave

9The genealogist with field and fess
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess

12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum

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