1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave
9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum
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