1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4normal one aims to be and share the throne

5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14the best of all things to an end must come

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