The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
When flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum