At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
In indian summers Englishmen drink grog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
Bard I adore your endless monologue
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum