Prose took the minstrel's verse without a squeeze
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
Replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
And yet 'twas he the beggar Fate just flings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum