Prose took the minstrel's verse without a squeeze
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
They both are right not untamed mutterings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum