1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4normal one aims to be and share the throne

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive

9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11watching manure and compost coalesce

12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum

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