1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone
5Old Galileo’s Pisan offerings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave
9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum
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