Prose took the minstrel's verse without a squeeze
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
With gravity at gravity's great cog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
Bard I adore your endless monologue
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
The best of all things to an end must come