1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone

5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess

12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum