1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
5Old Galileo’s Pisan offerings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum
← OPEN dataBase