1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone
5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave
9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum
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