1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone

5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave

9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address

12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum

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