1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown

5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess

12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum

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