The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum