The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
He bent right down and well what did he seize
That suede ferments is not at all well known
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
As sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
The genealogist with field and fess
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
The best of all things to an end must come