1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone
5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
9The genealogist with field and fess
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11watching manure and compost coalesce
12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?
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