At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
The Turks said just take anything you please
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
With gravity at gravity's great cog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
Bard I adore your endless monologue
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum