The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
He's gone to London how the echo rings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
In indian summers Englishmen drink grog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum