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
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive
9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum
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