1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone

5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess

12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum

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