1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4normal one aims to be and share the throne

5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave

9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess

12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb

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