1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4that suede ferments is not at all well known

5Old Galileo’s Pisan offerings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave

9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum

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