1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown

5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum

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