At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
He bent right down and well what did he seize
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
When flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum