1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4that suede ferments is not at all well known

5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum

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