1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone

5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess

12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum

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