The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
The understanding critic firstly sees
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
The genealogist with field and fess
With gravity at gravity's great cog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum