1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4normal one aims to be and share the throne

5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness

12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum

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