The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum