1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown
5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave
9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess
12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum
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