1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4that suede ferments is not at all well known

5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave

9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11watching manure and compost coalesce

12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum

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