Prose took the minstrel's verse without a squeeze
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
With gravity at gravity's great cog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum