1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4that suede ferments is not at all well known
5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave
9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum
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