1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone
5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress
12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum
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