1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone
5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress
12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?
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