1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess

12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum

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