The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum