The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
His toga rumpled high above his knees
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
Bard I adore your endless monologue
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum