At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
Soliloquies predict great things old chum