1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4normal one aims to be and share the throne
5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave
9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress
12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum
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