The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
He's gone to London how the echo rings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
The genealogist with field and fess
In indian summers Englishmen drink grog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum