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1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9The genealogist with field and fess
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess

12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb

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