1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown
5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum
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