Prose took the minstrel's verse without a squeeze
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
The Turks said just take anything you please
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
The genealogist with field and fess
With gravity at gravity's great cog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
Bard I adore your endless monologue
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
The best of all things to an end must come