Prose took the minstrel's verse without a squeeze
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
Replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
And yet 'twas he the beggar Fate just flings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
The genealogist with field and fess
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
Watching manure and compost coalesce
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum