1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown

5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11watching manure and compost coalesce

12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum

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