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
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave
9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress
12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum
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