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
5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14the best of all things to an end must come
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