1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave
9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11watching manure and compost coalesce
12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb
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