1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?
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