1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone
5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave
9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress
12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14soliloquies predict great things old chum
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