Prose took the minstrel's verse without a squeeze
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
Replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
When flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
With gravity at gravity's great cog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
The best of all things to an end must come