1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone

5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave

9The genealogist with field and fess
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?

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