1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave
9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address
12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14the best of all things to an end must come
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