1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown
5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum
← OPEN dataBase