At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
It's one of many horrid happenings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb