1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown

5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave

9The genealogist with field and fess
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11watching manure and compost coalesce

12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb