1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4that suede ferments is not at all well known

5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave

9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11watching manure and compost coalesce

12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14the best of all things to an end must come

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