1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4that suede ferments is not at all well known
5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave
9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress
12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum
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