1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone

5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave

9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess

12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum