1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4that suede ferments is not at all well known
5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave
9The genealogist with field and fess
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb
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