At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
The Turks said just take anything you please
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
They both are right not untamed mutterings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
As sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum