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

5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave

9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess

12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum

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