1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4that suede ferments is not at all well known

5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess

12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14the best of all things to an end must come

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