The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
And yet 'twas he the beggar Fate just flings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
With gravity at gravity's great cog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
The best of all things to an end must come