1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone

5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave

9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address

12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum

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