1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown

5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive

9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess

12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum

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