1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown

5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave

9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14the best of all things to an end must come

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