1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave

9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?

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