The Ulstramarines
by Finnegans Wake
Hold hard!
Have ones for all amanseprated.
One or a sos to a coastguard.
To be the on conditiously rejected?
Is agains sempry Lotta Karssens.
And mahamoth will rest him from
Tho’ th’ had paôs’d in our ôuôpens.
He quaqueduxed for the hnor of Hrom
The worst is over.
And a flame all too — gasser, soot.
Quicked out with selver.
And jarrety: athletes longfoot.
Though not meaning to be clever,
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