1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4that suede ferments is not at all well known

5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave

9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum

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