1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone
5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess
12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum
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