1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown
5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave
9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum
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