1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown

5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11watching manure and compost coalesce

12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14the best of all things to an end must come

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