At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
Proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
With gravity at gravity's great cog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum