1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14the best of all things to an end must come

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