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
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address
12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum
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