Prose took the minstrel's verse without a squeeze
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
Replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
And yet 'twas he the beggar Fate just flings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
The genealogist with field and fess
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum