1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone

5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave

9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address

12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?

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