1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone

5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave

9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess

12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14the best of all things to an end must come

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