1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4normal one aims to be and share the throne

5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14soliloquies predict great things old chum