1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown

5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave

9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum

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