1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown
5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave
9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress
12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum
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