The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
And yet 'twas he the beggar Fate just flings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum