The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
They both are right not untamed mutterings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
With gravity at gravity's great cog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
The best of all things to an end must come