1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone

5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave

9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess

12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum

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