The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
Bard I adore your endless monologue
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
The best of all things to an end must come