1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4that suede ferments is not at all well known

5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum

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