Prose took the minstrel's verse without a squeeze
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?