Of course, my resemblance is

strictly occidental.

By all that's holy, I'm

the gift of the gob.

Here comes a chopper:

you must bow and scrape.

Roll out the red carpet

of your tongue.

I am a far better draw

than the Queen. Some crown.

I am not in Taipei:

that one's up a gum tree.

Feel it, the pull of the tooth:

fang for the memory.