1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone
5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave
9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum
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