Prose took the minstrel's verse without a squeeze
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
They both are right not untamed mutterings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
Soliloquies predict great things old chum