1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4normal one aims to be and share the throne

5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave

9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11watching manure and compost coalesce

12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum

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