1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14soliloquies predict great things old chum
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