1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4that suede ferments is not at all well known

5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave

9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum