Prose took the minstrel's verse without a squeeze
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
And yet 'twas he the beggar Fate just flings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb