The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
Soliloquies predict great things old chum