1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone
5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum
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