1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave

9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess

12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum