1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown
5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess
12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum
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