At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
The Turks said just take anything you please
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum