1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown

5Old Galileo’s Pisan offerings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave

9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11watching manure and compost coalesce

12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb

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