1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11watching manure and compost coalesce

12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb

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