1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown

5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave

9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess

12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum

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