1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown

5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness

12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14soliloquies predict great things old chum

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