The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
That suede ferments is not at all well known
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum