1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown
5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11watching manure and compost coalesce
12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum
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