1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone
5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave
9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess
12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb
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