1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone

5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess

12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum

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