1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave
9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum
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