1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4normal one aims to be and share the throne
5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress
12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum
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