1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone

5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave

9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess

12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb

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