1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address
12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb
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