1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess

12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum

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