1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum
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