Prose took the minstrel's verse without a squeeze
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
Replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
They both are right not untamed mutterings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum