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
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone
5Old Galileo’s Pisan offerings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave
9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress
12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum
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