1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4that suede ferments is not at all well known

5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave

9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess

12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14the best of all things to an end must come

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