1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown

5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave

9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14the best of all things to an end must come

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