1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown

5Old Galileo’s Pisan offerings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave

9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum

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