1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown

5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb

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