1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4that suede ferments is not at all well known
5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive
9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address
12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum
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