1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone

5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave

9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14the best of all things to an end must come

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