1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4that suede ferments is not at all well known
5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum
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