1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave
9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum
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