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

5Old Galileo’s Pisan offerings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave

9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb