1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown

5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave

9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address

12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum

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