1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9The genealogist with field and fess
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14the best of all things to an end must come

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