1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone
5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum
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