Prose took the minstrel's verse without a squeeze
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
The understanding critic firstly sees
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
Socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum