1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone

5Old Galileo’s Pisan offerings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave

9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum

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