1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown

5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave

9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess

12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?