1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown

5Old Galileo’s Pisan offerings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave

9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess

12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum

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