At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum