1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone
5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave
9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress
12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum
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