Prose took the minstrel's verse without a squeeze
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
That suede ferments is not at all well known
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
With gravity at gravity's great cog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
Bard I adore your endless monologue
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum