Prose took the minstrel's verse without a squeeze
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
His toga rumpled high above his knees
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum