The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
The Turks said just take anything you please
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
It's one of many horrid happenings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
Socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
Bard I adore your endless monologue
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
The best of all things to an end must come