1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown

5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave

9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess

12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum