1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone

5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14the best of all things to an end must come

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