Prose took the minstrel's verse without a squeeze
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
Replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
It's one of many horrid happenings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
Socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb