1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive
9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11watching manure and compost coalesce
12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum
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