1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess

12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?

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