1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown

5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave

9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum