1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown

5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave

9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness

12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum

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