1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave
9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address
12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum
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