1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave

9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address

12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum

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