At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
The Turks said just take anything you please
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
They both are right not untamed mutterings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
And let you off from your opinions glum
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb