The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
The Turks said just take anything you please
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
As sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum