1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave
9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum
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