1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown

5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave

9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?

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