At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum