1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown

5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave

9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11watching manure and compost coalesce

12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum

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