1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4normal one aims to be and share the throne
5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive
9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum
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