Prose took the minstrel's verse without a squeeze
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
The genealogist with field and fess
With gravity at gravity's great cog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?