The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
The genealogist with field and fess
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum