1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave

9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum

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