1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4normal one aims to be and share the throne
5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum
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