Prose took the minstrel's verse without a squeeze
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
It's one of many horrid happenings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
The genealogist with field and fess
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb