1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4normal one aims to be and share the throne

5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave

9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum

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