The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
The Turks said just take anything you please
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?