1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown

5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave

9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess

12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?

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