1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4normal one aims to be and share the throne

5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave

9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum