At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
He bent right down and well what did he seize
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
Soliloquies predict great things old chum