The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
With gravity at gravity's great cog
Socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum