1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone

5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave

9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum

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