1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone

5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave

9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess

12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum

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