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
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown

5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave

9The genealogist with field and fess
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11watching manure and compost coalesce

12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb

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