1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown

5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive

9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14the best of all things to an end must come

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