1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4normal one aims to be and share the throne
5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave
9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11watching manure and compost coalesce
12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum
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