Prose took the minstrel's verse without a squeeze
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
Proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
The genealogist with field and fess
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb