1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown

5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive

9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress

12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum