1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown

5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave

9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress

12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb

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