1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown

5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave

9The genealogist with field and fess
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address

12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14soliloquies predict great things old chum

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