1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown

5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave

9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum

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