1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone

5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14the best of all things to an end must come

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