1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4normal one aims to be and share the throne
5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress
12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14soliloquies predict great things old chum
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