1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone

5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave

9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address

12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum

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