1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave
9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress
12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum
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