1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone
5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave
9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address
12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb
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