The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
As sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
In indian summers Englishmen drink grog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
The best of all things to an end must come