At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
He bent right down and well what did he seize
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum