The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
The understanding critic firstly sees
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum