The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
The understanding critic firstly sees
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum