1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum
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