1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone

5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave

9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum