1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone

5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave

9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum

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