1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown

5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave

9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness

12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?

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