1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone
5Old Galileo’s Pisan offerings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave
9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum
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