1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone
5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave
9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress
12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum
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