At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
He bent right down and well what did he seize
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
And yet 'twas he the beggar Fate just flings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?