At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
The Turks said just take anything you please
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
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
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum