At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
The genealogist with field and fess
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum