1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4normal one aims to be and share the throne

5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress

12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum

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