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
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave

9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness

12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14the best of all things to an end must come

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