At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
Replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
The genealogist with field and fess
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
And let you off from your opinions glum
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum