1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown

5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave

9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?

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