1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4normal one aims to be and share the throne
5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum
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