1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum

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