1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4that suede ferments is not at all well known

5Old Galileo’s Pisan offerings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave

9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14the best of all things to an end must come

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