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
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive

9The genealogist with field and fess
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14soliloquies predict great things old chum

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