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
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum
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