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
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown

5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum

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