1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4that suede ferments is not at all well known

5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address

12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb

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