1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess
12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum
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