1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave

9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess

12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum

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