1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone
5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14soliloquies predict great things old chum
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