At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
His toga rumpled high above his knees
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
Proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
Bard I adore your endless monologue
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum