At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
That suede ferments is not at all well known
They both are right not untamed mutterings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum