1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone

5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum

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