Prose took the minstrel's verse without a squeeze
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
It's one of many horrid happenings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
Socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum