The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
He bent right down and well what did he seize
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum