1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone
5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress
12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum
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