At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
They both are right not untamed mutterings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum