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
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave
9The genealogist with field and fess
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum
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