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
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone

5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave

9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14the best of all things to an end must come

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