1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14the best of all things to an end must come

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