17. Transformation -

A TART passed at table was so very hot
It burned people's hands as to each man it got:
But Sam was still hotter to eat it; and so
He puffed out his cheeks and upon it did blow.
The tartlet was cooled, nor could any one hurt;
But nobody touched it; 'twas turned into dirt.
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Martial
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