1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum
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