At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
Replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum