At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
He bent right down and well what did he seize
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
As sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
With gravity at gravity's great cog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
Bard I adore your endless monologue
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?