Prose took the minstrel's verse without a squeeze
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
The understanding critic firstly sees
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
When flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
The genealogist with field and fess
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
The best of all things to an end must come