1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone

5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave

9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11watching manure and compost coalesce

12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?

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