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
5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive
9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress
12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14the best of all things to an end must come
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