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

5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness

12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb