The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
His toga rumpled high above his knees
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
When flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum