1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress
12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb
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