The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
That suede ferments is not at all well known
It's one of many horrid happenings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?