At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
The genealogist with field and fess
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
The best of all things to an end must come