1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave
9The genealogist with field and fess
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum
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