Prose took the minstrel's verse without a squeeze
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
The understanding critic firstly sees
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
With gravity at gravity's great cog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb