1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave
9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess
12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum
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