1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
5Old Galileo’s Pisan offerings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess
12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14soliloquies predict great things old chum
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