1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave
9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess
12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb
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