1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4that suede ferments is not at all well known

5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave

9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess

12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum

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