1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4normal one aims to be and share the throne
5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14the best of all things to an end must come
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