1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown

5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum

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