1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4normal one aims to be and share the throne

5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11watching manure and compost coalesce

12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum

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