Prose took the minstrel's verse without a squeeze
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
Replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum