1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone
5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive
9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11watching manure and compost coalesce
12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum
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