1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4normal one aims to be and share the throne

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave

9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14the best of all things to an end must come

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