Prose took the minstrel's verse without a squeeze
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
When flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
Socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
Bard I adore your endless monologue
And let you off from your opinions glum
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum