1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone
5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive
9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address
12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14soliloquies predict great things old chum
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