1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone

5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave

9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb

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