At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
He bent right down and well what did he seize
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum