1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4that suede ferments is not at all well known
5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave
9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?
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