1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone

5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave

9The genealogist with field and fess
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address

12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14the best of all things to an end must come

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