1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess

12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14the best of all things to an end must come

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