The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
In indian summers Englishmen drink grog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum