1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown

5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?

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