1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave

9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress

12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14the best of all things to an end must come

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