Prose took the minstrel's verse without a squeeze
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
The understanding critic firstly sees
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum