1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown

5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave

9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress

12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum

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