1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave

9The genealogist with field and fess
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess

12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum

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