1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone

5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11watching manure and compost coalesce

12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?

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