1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive

9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11watching manure and compost coalesce

12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14soliloquies predict great things old chum

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