1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone
5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave
9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11watching manure and compost coalesce
12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum
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