1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown

5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14the best of all things to an end must come