1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown

5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress

12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14the best of all things to an end must come

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