1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown

5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave

9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum

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