1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone

5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave

9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess

12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb

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