1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave

9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address

12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum