1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave

9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum