Prose took the minstrel's verse without a squeeze
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
The Turks said just take anything you please
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
And yet 'twas he the beggar Fate just flings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum