1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave
9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?
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