1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone

5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive

9The genealogist with field and fess
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum

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