Prose took the minstrel's verse without a squeeze
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
The Turks said just take anything you please
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum