1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown

5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address

12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum

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