1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone

5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11watching manure and compost coalesce

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum

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