The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
He bent right down and well what did he seize
That suede ferments is not at all well known
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
With gravity at gravity's great cog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
Soliloquies predict great things old chum