1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown

5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave

9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum