1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11watching manure and compost coalesce

12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14the best of all things to an end must come

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