1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone

5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave

9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum

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