1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave

9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess

12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum

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