At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
The understanding critic firstly sees
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
They both are right not untamed mutterings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum