iPoem · 2476.7256.738.175 · Cent mille milliards

1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4normal one aims to be and share the throne

5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave

9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess

12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum

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