1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone
5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum
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