1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4that suede ferments is not at all well known

5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave

9The genealogist with field and fess
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address

12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum

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