1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4that suede ferments is not at all well known
5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14soliloquies predict great things old chum
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