1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone
5Old Galileo’s Pisan offerings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress
12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum
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