1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress
12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum
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