1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone

5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum