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
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone

5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?

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