1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown

5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave

9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum

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