1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4that suede ferments is not at all well known

5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave

9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11watching manure and compost coalesce

12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14soliloquies predict great things old chum

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