| Ah, that might be a man from Ulster! |
ERNE |
| Bespoke? |
BYWORDOFMOUT |
| Do up about half a dozen for the poet |
OVID |
| Does it go on ahead of the South in no relaxing way? |
STRESS |
| Even though they're not all there, one remembers to have them toasted |
ABSENTFRIENDS |
| From the eel, unto the solvent |
TOLUENE |
| Here we seem to be in the middle of the Bering Sea |
ERIN |
| How a festive meal may come to life woth Pygmalion |
GALATEA |
| How splendid to have to pay for it! |
FINE |
| How you might have the start of the Good Book round your neck |
BIB |
| If one smashes this 1 across, it gets to be quiet unsound |
BREAKSSILENCE |
| In Paris; Lo, one turns up as the star! |
POLARIS |
| Is that the matter with the royal young lady? |
REGAL |
| It's wide open to the shade it gives at last |
YAWNING |
| Might be before this, by the sound of it |
SEA |
| Might C. ask for something relatively coniferous? |
FIRKIN |
| Not the sound of the bird in the bine |
BOWLINE |
| On the contrary, it sounds as if one may have to wait for it |
TON |
| One might prevaricate to make the South 32 down |
STALL |