1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4that suede ferments is not at all well known

5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave

9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum

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