Prose took the minstrel's verse without a squeeze
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
Proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
Soliloquies predict great things old chum