1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9The genealogist with field and fess
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11watching manure and compost coalesce

12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum

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