The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
The Turks said just take anything you please
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
And let you off from your opinions glum
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb