1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone

5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess

12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum

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