1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11watching manure and compost coalesce
12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum
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