1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4normal one aims to be and share the throne

5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave

9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum

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