1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone

5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum

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