1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress
12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum
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