1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown

5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave

9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11watching manure and compost coalesce

12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14the best of all things to an end must come

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