1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone

5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave

9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum

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