1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone

5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive

9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum