1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4that suede ferments is not at all well known

5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave

9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11watching manure and compost coalesce

12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum

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