1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown

5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave

9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?

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