1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4that suede ferments is not at all well known
5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave
9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress
12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?
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