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

5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave

9The genealogist with field and fess
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum

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