1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave

9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum

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