'A later artist, Tintoretto, also did his paintings here...'

Recently Johnson's ballad parody, 'I put my hat upon my head', turned up on this blog, apropos Marianne Moore's tin ear for meter. Browsing last night in a recent charity-shop purchase, The New Oxford Book of Light Verse – edited by Kingsley Amis – I came across it again, sandwiched between two other Johnson parodies. I particularly like the last one...EpigramIf a man who turnips criesCry not when his father dies,Is it not a proof he'd ratherHave a turnip than his father?(from Burlesque of Lines by Lope de Vega)BalladI put my hat upon my headAnd walked into the Strand,And there I met another manWhose hat was in his hand.(from Parodies of 'The Hermit of Warkworth')IdyllHermit hoar, in solemn cell,Wearing out life's evening grey,Strike thy bosom, Sage, and tellWhat is bliss, and which the way.Thus I spoke, and speaking sighed,Scarce repressed the starting tear,When the hoary sage replied,'Come, my lad, and drink some beer.'(from Parody of Thomas Warton)Thomas Warton, who became poet…