The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
It's one of many horrid happenings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
In indian summers Englishmen drink grog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum