1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4normal one aims to be and share the throne

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave

9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum

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