1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave

9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess

12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum

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