Prose took the minstrel's verse without a squeeze
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum