At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
The Turks said just take anything you please
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
Soliloquies predict great things old chum