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
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress
12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum
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