1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess

12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum

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