1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown

5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave

9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address

12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum

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