1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone
5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum
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