1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone

5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11watching manure and compost coalesce

12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum

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