At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
They both are right not untamed mutterings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?