1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4normal one aims to be and share the throne

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb

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