1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown

5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum

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