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
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress
12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum
Based on Raymond Queneau’s
A Hundred Thousand Billion Poems,
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