Prose took the minstrel's verse without a squeeze
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
Replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
It's one of many horrid happenings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
In indian summers Englishmen drink grog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum