1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone
5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave
9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress
12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum
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