1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown

5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess

12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum

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