At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
Soliloquies predict great things old chum