1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown

5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess

12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14the best of all things to an end must come

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