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
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone
5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave
9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14the best of all things to an end must come
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