1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone
5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
9The genealogist with field and fess
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess
12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum
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