1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4normal one aims to be and share the throne
5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave
9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum
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