1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave
9The genealogist with field and fess
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress
12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum
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