1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown

5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave

9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11watching manure and compost coalesce

12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?

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