1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone

5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave

9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess

12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14the best of all things to an end must come

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