1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave

9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum

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