1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4normal one aims to be and share the throne
5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb
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