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
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown

5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave

9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
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
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum

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