1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone
5Old Galileo’s Pisan offerings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11watching manure and compost coalesce
12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum
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