1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone
5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14the best of all things to an end must come
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