At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
The understanding critic firstly sees
That suede ferments is not at all well known
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
Proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?