Prose took the minstrel's verse without a squeeze
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
The understanding critic firstly sees
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?