1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4normal one aims to be and share the throne
5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum
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