1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone

5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9The genealogist with field and fess
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum

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