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

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave

9The genealogist with field and fess
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum

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