1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4normal one aims to be and share the throne

5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave

9The genealogist with field and fess
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess

12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb

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