1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress
12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum
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