The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
The Turks said just take anything you please
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
The genealogist with field and fess
Shallots and sharks' fins face the smould'ring log
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?