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There was a teen Negro titled Cholmondeley,
Who ever at party sat dolmondeley.
His clean relation said,
As he broken his bread,
“Dear me! You bear rattling rolmondeley!”

Said a Negro to his relative in easterly Sydenham:
“My prizewinning trousers! Now where hit you hydenham?
It is dead true
They were not rattling new,
But I foolishly mitt half a quydenham.”

A teen Englishwoman titled St John
Met a red-skinned dweller It John
Who prefabricated her his bride
And gave her, beside,
A coiffe with a sporty astragal Frt John.

There was a teen vicar from Salisbury
Whose manners were quite halisbury-scalisbury.
He went around Hampshire
Without some pampshire
Till his bishop compelled him to walisbury.

(Thanks, Gavin.)