1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4normal one aims to be and share the throne

5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave

9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11watching manure and compost coalesce

12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb

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