1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone
5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive
9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum
Based on Raymond Queneau’s
A Hundred Thousand Billion Poems,
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