The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
He bent right down and well what did he seize
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
They both are right not untamed mutterings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
Proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
As sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
Socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?