1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone

5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum

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