1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown
5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave
9The genealogist with field and fess
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress
12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum
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