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O! Squat landmine of tin
With golden base so cold:
Thy sonorous dull din
Betrays what thou dost hold.
The motif on thy crest,
The legend "Neutral" at the top
Doth show thou art finest;
Prithee, Dubbin, never stop.
With fingers trembling I
Fondly twist thy silver crab;
With maiden's pithy sigh
The air thy lid doth grab.
Dare I proceed?
I do indeed.
| on the opening of dubbin
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O, waxy frozen iridescent pool!
O, flawless virgin butterscotchy cake!
Thy charm doth truly knock me off my stool.
What secrets hides thy stippled amber lake?
Thy face doth yield a scent so very sweet
Of aliphatic tallow creamy rich;
Of diamond silk, of freshly painted peat;
Of mist, of fog, of thunder and of pitch.
I'll rape thee with my unrelenting teeth!
I'll graze thy skin till no more can I bear!
I need the cloying fatty taste beneath;
I crave thy flavour smooth, sour, yet so fair.
Thy gentle squelch doth cause my heart to pound:
O Dubbin, let me hear thy rousing sound.
| on the aesthetic charm of
dubbin
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Stop, thief! Thou stealst my thing!
No fear, I have a plan.
My Dubbin I shall fling -
Now fall beneath the can!
If badgers trouble thee,
By swarming in thy bed,
Dubbin will make them flee
Until they all have fled.
Why do not goldfish leak,
When underwater bathed?
Their skin is quite unique:
In dubbin it is swathed.
When promenading in inclement weather,
Apply a wad of dubbin to your leather.
| on the utilitarian appeal
of dubbin
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