The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb