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
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11watching manure and compost coalesce

12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum

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