1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone

5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive

9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14soliloquies predict great things old chum

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