At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
And yet 'twas he the beggar Fate just flings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum