Prose took the minstrel's verse without a squeeze
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?