1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone
5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave
9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum
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