Prose took the minstrel's verse without a squeeze
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum