1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave

9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum

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