At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
Replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?