1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4that suede ferments is not at all well known
5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress
12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum
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