Classic Poem

[Opening questions]

A Paynter if he shoulde adjoyne
unto a womans heade
A longe maires necke, and overspred
the corps in everye steade
With sondry feathers of straunge huie,
the whole proportioned so
Without all good congruitye:
the nether partes do goe
Into a fishe, on hye a freshe
Welfavord womans face:
My frinds let in to see the sighte
could you but laugh a pace?