The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
The understanding critic firstly sees
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum