Prose took the minstrel's verse without a squeeze
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
Replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum