At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb