Prose took the minstrel's verse without a squeeze
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
The genealogist with field and fess
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum