At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
Replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
And let you off from your opinions glum
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum