1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone

5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave

9The genealogist with field and fess
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11watching manure and compost coalesce

12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum

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