1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave
9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum
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