At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
They both are right not untamed mutterings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
With gravity at gravity's great cog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb