1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone

5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive

9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum

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