1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave

9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11watching manure and compost coalesce

12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum

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