1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14the best of all things to an end must come
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