1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5Old Galileo’s Pisan offerings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess

12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum

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