1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave
9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14the best of all things to an end must come
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