1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4normal one aims to be and share the throne
5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress
12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14soliloquies predict great things old chum
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