1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave
9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress
12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum
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