1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone
5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave
9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress
12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?
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