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
5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive
9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11watching manure and compost coalesce
12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?
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