1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown

5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave

9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress

12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb

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