1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone

5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave

9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14the best of all things to an end must come

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