1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave
9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum
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