1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone

5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum

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