1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum
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