At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
It's one of many horrid happenings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum