Prose took the minstrel's verse without a squeeze
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
They both are right not untamed mutterings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
Bard I adore your endless monologue
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb