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
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum