1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown

5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave

9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address

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

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