Prose took the minstrel's verse without a squeeze
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
Replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum