1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown
5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress
12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum
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