1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown

5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum