Prose took the minstrel's verse without a squeeze
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?