1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown

5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess

12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum

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