1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4that suede ferments is not at all well known

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave

9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14the best of all things to an end must come

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