1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave

9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess

12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum

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