1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown

5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave

9The genealogist with field and fess
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address

12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14soliloquies predict great things old chum

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