1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone

5Old Galileo’s Pisan offerings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave

9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum

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