1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4that suede ferments is not at all well known

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address

12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum

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