He gives clues to his rhymes

The Bard is a Leopard
There is nothing he can’t rant
Flesh and lean are the raptures
He wants me to pose
Near bashful daughters he leads me
To imbibe some holy spirits

He rides me along with his wrath
He gives clues to his rhymes
If I could  walk  with  his valet in darkness
No heaving would we feel
You are there with your crooks and  your laugh
With cheese you  make my eyes shut