1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4that suede ferments is not at all well known

5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess

12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum

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