1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb
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