1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown

5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave

9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum

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