At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
It's one of many horrid happenings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum