1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone

5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave

9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress

12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum

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