1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone
5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum
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