1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown

5Old Galileo’s Pisan offerings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11watching manure and compost coalesce

12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum

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