1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown

5Old Galileo’s Pisan offerings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave

9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum

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