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
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum
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