1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone

5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb

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