1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone

5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave

9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14the best of all things to an end must come

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