1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum
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