1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave
9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum
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