1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown

5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11watching manure and compost coalesce

12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14the best of all things to an end must come

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