1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown

5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness

12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum

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