Prose took the minstrel's verse without a squeeze
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
Replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
And yet 'twas he the beggar Fate just flings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
Watching manure and compost coalesce
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum