Prose took the minstrel's verse without a squeeze
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
The understanding critic firstly sees
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb