1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4normal one aims to be and share the throne

5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave

9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness

12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14the best of all things to an end must come

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