1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone
5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive
9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb
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