1From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone
5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave
9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum
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