1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone

5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave

9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness

12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14soliloquies predict great things old chum

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