1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone

5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave

9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address

12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14soliloquies predict great things old chum

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