1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4that suede ferments is not at all well known

5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress

12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum

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