1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum

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