Prose took the minstrel's verse without a squeeze
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
It's one of many horrid happenings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
Watching manure and compost coalesce
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
And let you off from your opinions glum
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum