Prose took the minstrel's verse without a squeeze
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
It's one of many horrid happenings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
With gravity at gravity's great cog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
Bard I adore your endless monologue
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?