1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave

9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14soliloquies predict great things old chum

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