1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave

9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress

12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14the best of all things to an end must come

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