1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown
5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress
12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum
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