The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
They both are right not untamed mutterings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
The genealogist with field and fess
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb